Page 2 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
She may be quiet, but they always say it is the quiet ones who scheme your downfall for their own gain, and I’ll be damned if I ever fall for any of Hannah’s schemes.
“I don’t want to hear any more about Hannah Cross,” I snap back the command, Fabian instantly closing his mouth with a frown.
“Fine. I won’t talk about her anymore,” he complies. Before I can say anything, Fabian excuses himself, telling me he will see me later tonight before slipping out of my office. Irritated, I pick up the mug on my desk and throw it into the fireplace. The glass shatters, the sound a piercing noise.
I hate that Fabian takes the side of that gold digger. Ever since she turned sixteen and shifted for the first time, I have offered Hannah many opportunities to move up the ranks of the pack—to become a warrior or even a hunter. Instead, she has steadily declined, stating that her place is by my side as my maid. I know she comes from a long line of hidden guards, but as the alpha king, I am stronger than Hannah. I can hold my own against three strong regular alphas, so what does that little she-wolf think she can protect me from?
Now in a foul mood, I glare at my laptop before standing up. The wolves of Nightstone will be here in an hour, and I need to calm down before I accidentally attack a visiting pack. Exiting my office, I am immediately hit by the sweet scent of vanilla custard. The scent is faint, lingering in the air. It seems familiar, and I instantly know it belongs to one of my packmates. Not only that, but something in my soul seems to stir.
Taking a deep breath, I inhale whatever traces remain of this scent, feeling my irritation begin to fade bit by bit with each breath I take. A soft smile plays on my lips as I understand why this scent has such a soothing effect on me. My mate has finally appeared.
A few wolves have lived outside the pack for the last year due to school and have returned now that they have graduated. Maybe my mate is one of these wolves. If this is the case, then it explains why I have had a hard time finding her inside the royal pack.
I don’t think my mate is the daughter of Alpha Blake Stone,I find myself linking to my beta.
Why do you think that?Fabian links back, annoyance still in his voice.
Because I have scented her. She is part of the royal pack, and I think she is one of the wolves who just returned from graduating school,I answer, retreating back into my office.
I sense Fabian’s hesitation at my answer and roll my eyes. I have a feeling he wants to say more, but he reminds me to be careful. If my mate is near, I might go into a rut right away. After reassuring him that I would be fine, I shut the link and return to my chair. Nightstone will be here soon, and I plan to get somework done before I have to greet this visiting alpha and inform him that his daughter is not my mate.
3
Hannah
Curled up in the corner of the library with a book on finance beside me on the desk, I look at the acceptance letter from the University of Ottawa that arrived in my email. I had been accepted into the Honours Bachelor of Commerce: Option in Business Technology Management Program with a full scholarship. Beta Fabian pointed me in this direction a year ago when he realized my competence with computers and cybersecurity, stating the royal pack could use someone with my skill set.
I had been reluctant at first, not wanting to leave my post as the king’s hidden guard, but Fabian reminded me that one day I would meet my mate, and if he wasn’t part of the royal pack, I had the option to follow my mate to his pack and start my life there as a mated woman. Because of this reminder, I reluctantly applied to different universities, hoping to join a course that specialized in training security specialists and IT.
“What are you looking at?” a deep baritone voice calls out, and I jump, slamming my laptop shut before facing the ebony-skinned beta who grins cheekily at me, his amber-colored eyes bright with amusement.
“No-nothing,” I stammer, hoping he has not seen the acceptance letter.
“Well, it looks to me like a reply from U of O,” he says in a singsong voice.
Cursing, I slide my laptop toward the burly beta and watch as he opens it to read the email. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes wide as he reads over the scholarship offered to me.
“Are you going to take it?” he asks, closing the device and sliding it back toward me.
“I don’t think so,” I admit with a sigh, looking down at the closed laptop.
“I am King Julian’s maid and hidden guard. I am needed here,” I continue, pursing my lips.
“You are an eighteen-year-old woman who needs a life,” Fabian retorts, making me roll my eyes.
“Julian doesn’t need you here. He believes all those rumors just because you were in his room at the wrong time when he went into another rut. He thought you were trying to take the place of his true mate,” Fabian scoffs.
“You and I both know I would gladly find his luna for him so that I can end these stupid rumors,” I counter, letting out an annoyedsigh. Those stupid rumors will be the death of me if the king doesn’t find his mate soon.
“Honestly, you should really start beating those wolves to a pulp for constantly spreading rumors about you,” Fabian teases, nudging his shoulder against mine.
“You and I both know I can’t do that,” I point out, rolling my eyes before flipping my laptop open to check the stock market. Now that I am eighteen, I have access to the stocks left to me by my parents, and it is about time I sign into that account.
“The deal I made with the late king and queen was that I would pretend to be a weak omega so that I could watch King Julian from his side. If I suddenly attack every wolf who spreads rumors about me, the next rumor will be that I am a spy pretending to be weak in front of the king,” I add, smirking as I notice the numbers in my account. It seems my parents really set me up with a good nest egg in case something happens.
“The worst part about you saying this is Julian might use that new rumor as a way to kick you out of the royal pack,” Fabian says with a deep rumble in his chest. I chuckle, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with this statement. King Julian hates me; that much is true. But at least I have Fabian by my side as my ally and friend.
Fabian, King Julian, and I grew up together. My parents were the royal guards disguised as a butler and a maid; Fabian’s parents were the beta couple of the royal pack, helping to coordinate the safety of our pack and the royal family. King Julian was the prince and our dear friend at the time, but people change when faced with death. When the rumors first started, King Julian stood up for me, stating I would never step overmy station. But as they became more frequent, he soon stopped voicing his support for me. The only one who kept defending me was Fabian.
